Something special beyond my home – 3

I had a very long time ago told Thomas that one of my all time favorite fantasies was to watch two women, humping their cunts together. As much as I enjoyed seeing them go down on one another, this was something else entirely for me. The thought of two very wet, very slippery cunts working back and forth against one another was one of the most stimulating things I had ever seen, though up until now, I had only seen it being done in a porn movie.

When my wife looked up at me smiling, and then began to slide her legs in a scissor fashion over and under her sisters, I knew then that I was about to witness something I had long yearned to see.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned pleasurably, even though my cock had fallen off to one side, limp…flaccid and totally happy. Even then it jumped, throbbed and waggled all by itself as I saw the two women position themselves.

It began as a slow tease, barely even moving against one another, more like they were using their respective cunt lips to actually kiss like lips, pressing themselves together in a very intimate embrace. Slowly then, gradually, picking up the tempo, each beginning to move against the other, gyrating, grinding, and pressing themselves upon one another.

Thomas, like myself, was slowly recovering from our own intense pleasures. She sat watching totally focused on her mother and her Aunt, me for the moment at least totally forgotten, though I could certainly see why. She reached up, one hand now tenderly caressing her breast, her other hand down between her legs, toying with the renewed lubrications I could only imagine were already beginning to once again form there. As satisfied as my cock had been, it too began to rise with renewed interest, not at all unexpectedly as my fantasy came to life in front of my very eyes.

Both women were now audibly moaning and groaning as they moved against one another. Hands now reach out to interlock fingers, just as their sex combines in a dance of unbridled passion and desire. Once again the slippery sounds they made began to increase as more and more lubricant seemed to be produced, spilling, seeping, and now quite loudly squishing between the two of them as their rotations, humping, and girl-fuck coupling increased.

“Fuck me olive! Fuck me!” Thomas screamed out pleasurably. “That’s it! That’s it! Make me cum…cum…cum!” She screamed.

Olive too seemed to climax almost instantly, though what I then saw and witnessed surprised me even more. Thomas always had been the vocal one, which I loved immensely, hearing her vulgar, decadent, dirty nasty cries of pleasure and obscene spat words as she climaxed. Olive on the other hand, though just as loud in another way, simply screamed out her joy in a long mewling growl that seemed more animalistic than anything else.

And though hearing that surprised me, it was now seeing the unexpected, which I hadn’t at all been aware of. Still humping against one another, Olive’s orgasm began with a telltale streamer of spurting girl-cream the likes of which I had once again never seen before. A jettison of clear liquid, squirting, spurting, and arching high into the air, literally drenched them both as it fell back upon them. Had she been sitting there with a spray bottle set on full, squirting it up in the air, I’d have understood how she’d done that.

But this…actually seeing a woman squirt the way that she now was, was beyond anything I had ever hope to witness or ever see. And by the somewhat surprised look on my wife’s face, this was also something she herself had not obviously been aware she could do.

It was also at that moment, I just then realized I’d also heard somewhere in the back of my mind, Lucy’s second climatic cry of relief. I quickly glanced over where she was sitting, and though her hand had now obviously slowed, she was still encircling her clit with the tip of her finger, one hand still rolling just as softly, one of her extended still aroused hardened nipples.

“Fuck mom! How in the hell do you do that?”

Olive’s face bloomed into a sea of red embarrassment as she finally rolled away, now likewise sitting up, her back resting against one of the cushioned chairs. “I don’t know,” she said, still trying to catch her breath. Sometimes I just do…I don’t know how or when…and I don’t always, but whenever I get this horny, I know it’s very likely that I will. I guess…I should have said something,” she said a bit sheepishly.

“Are you kidding? That was indeed damn fucking hot sis!” Thomas said once again moving over towards her sister. It was almost anticlimactic when she ran her tongue up and down her sister’s still exposed slit, hoping for a taste.

“It’s not pee!” Olive exclaimed as though wondering if Thomas might be thinking that.

“I know it isn’t sis…I’ve read about women who can do that in fact, just never personally knew anyone who could…up until now anyway,” she grinned, once again lapping at, and now kissing her sister’s slit. “And it still tastes good too!” she added. Not quite as sweet as before…a little different, a little more watery perhaps, but still very sweet tasting.”

Olive seemed to be relieved upon hearing that, as the four of us now sat, trying to recoup, gather ourselves and simply recall the incredible past few moments we had all shared together.

We all seemed to fall into our own collective thoughts as several minutes passed by before anyone spoke again. Thomas soon was the first to break the silence after that however upon seeing my cock once again beginning to stiffen. I’d been sitting there reliving that magical moment when watching my wife and her sister humping their cunts against one another. An image now that I knew without any doubt would supplement those oft times in the shower perhaps, when a simple quick jerk off before work was needed.

“I see that you’re ready to go again…and so soon too!” Thomas said in surprise. I was in fact a little surprised at that myself.

“I guess so,” I said simply looking at her, though wondering as to what might be on the agenda next. I didn’t have too long to wait either before finding out.

**

By the look on Olive’s face, she wasn’t exactly expecting it either, though it’s something they must have obviously discussed and talked about at length. But I don’t think even knowing that it would, eventually, that it was something that was going to happen right now.

“It’s been a while…for olive,” Thomas began. “Since she’s actually been with a man. And not counting that little moment this morning either,” she smiled, grinning at me.